First Words Soulmate AU! Where the very first words your soulmate will ever say to you or what you'll first hear them say when you meet are engraved in your wrist, as a tattoo.

Song: Artificial Grass by AKMU

At first, you didn't really like your soul mark. The thick black words that covered your wrist were the most messiest and powerful words you had read as a kid. You weren't really sure how you felt about your soulmate, because obviously if he was your soulmate there must be some redeeming qualities about him, but based off your soul mark, he was an idol. Your soul mark read, "I'm an idol I want to sing too." In the beginning, you were ecstatic. Your soulmate was an idol, or was going to be one by the time you'd meet, and thanks to that, in school you earned momentarily popularity. 

When you first transferred to your high school, you stopped wearing the pesky wristband your mother made you wear all your life. She made you wear it to cover up the mark, mostly because a child with the word "idol" written on her wrist was obviously deemed to cause attention. When you entered your classroom, you introduced yourself, and took a seat near a group of girls. They smelled terribly of perfume. 

In recess, all of them bombarded you with questions regarding your old school and where you were from. "(Y/n) sunbae, did you already find your soulmate?" asked one of the girls. "U-um-" you tried to answer, but another girl answered for you. This girl had her butt on your desk, and she looked like a spoiled brat. Which you assumed, she was. "Does it look like she's found him? Lemme see your mark!" She smirked at you and forcefully too your wrist, reading her mark out loud. "I'm an idol. I sing too?" All of the girls started squealing.

And that's where hell began for you.

You made one single friend, named Jaehee, who didn't really mind who your soulmate was. She also got you out of trouble a lot. The girl that read your mark turned out to be really jealous of you and would bully you and try to bring you down. Unbeknownst to her, you were already bringing yourself down.

"(Y/n)!! Clean table nine!" "Yes, Webster." 

"Dammit (Y/n), where's table six's food?!" "Coming right up, Webster!"

"Work the bar while I'm out!" "Yes, Webster!"

You were a waitress at a Sports Bar. Webster, the owner of the bar, would provide you food, shelter, and extra money if you did everything he'd say. The school transfer was really far away from your home town, so you had to leave home and find a place to stay. Webster provided that for you, but sometimes, he was way too cruel on you. 

You were finally 18, still in high school. You hadn't found your soulmate yet, and you hoped it would all end up like Jaehee's. She found hers at 17. Her mark had read, "Oh, sorry! I didn't see you there, which is weird considering how cute you are!" Her soulmate was, ironically, an idol as well, named Park Jimin, and they met bumping to each other on the street, and she responded him with, "Oh, um, my gosh you're so handsome- I mean oh shit no!" They were a good match. You only hoped your soulmate would be as nice as Jimin.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" you heard your name being called as you were wiping the tables, to open up the place. It was Jaehee. You hadn't seen her in about three months, when she decided to go and live with Jimin, becoming his personal assistant. "Jaehee! What brings you to Daegu?" you asked her, meeting her in a hug. 

"I'm here with Jimin and his groupmates. We're gonna come over later, after they finish recording some clips for their new comeback, okay?" You nodded and sat down with your friend, chatting about all the recent events that have happened over the few months, until it was opening time, and Webster came back to work his shift. "Sorry Jaehee," you apologized, "I gotta leave you." "It's fine, the boys are on their way already," she beamed. You could tell she was truly happy.

You wished you could be like that soon. Sighing, you went up to some tables and started taking their orders. Pretty soon, the place was full of people, and Webster yelled at you to go and place two more tables and chairs outside. You then saw a group of six boys enter the restaurant, and the last one was none other than Park Jimin. "Ya! You don't say hi to me anymore?" you yelled at him before he entered the place. 

He turned around and smiled at you, going closer to hug you. "Hey (Y/n)! How have you been?" he asked you. "Busy," you sincerely replied. He looked at your wrist and glanced at the still noticeable mark. "Not yet, huh?" You shook your head. "Besides, I'm too busy for love." Jimin snorted while you pick up a chair to move it and place it. "Princess Tiana much? I'm going inside. Later, (Y/n)," he called, opening the door. "Hey, where's Yoongi?" you heard one of the boys ask. Jimin answered, "Sleeping in the car. He'll be here in a minute."

But you paid no attention and went back inside. After three minutes, one of the tables outside was occupied by three men, and Webster told you to go and take their orders. "Hello and welcome. What would you like today?" you asked the men with a smile. They ordered alcohol, and nonetheless, you were irritated. You went back inside with a frown, and Jaehee noticed. "Hey, (Y/n), something wrong?" she asked. "Some guys outside want beer. They could've just sat inside at the bar." You kept on walking to do their drinks and went back outside to give it to them. They drank five in less than 15 minutes.

For their sixth round, you were getting them their drinks, and they weren't sober. They were terribly drunk. You put their drinks down at the table and turn to leave, when one of the men tugs at you. "Hey miss, can you sing for us?" He asks. You've never had been asked that in your three years of working at the restaurant. "W-What?" You mutter out. The man that asked you sits up and straightens up. "I've been here a few times and I have heard you sing under your breath. My friend has a guitar in his car. Can you sing for us?" You looked at all the men, who were all awaiting your answer with pleading eyes. You sighed. "You have to ask my manager inside first..." They all jump up in glee. One runs to a car and the other two go inside to talk to Webster. 

You walk inside to clean one of the tables and get the dishes to the dish washer boy, and when I came back, the three men had set up a guitar and an amplifier with a microphone. "They want you to sing, (Y/n). And the costumer is always right, so go!" yelled Webster while he served a drink to a woman. I glanced over at Jaehee and the other boys, and Jimin and her gave me a thumbs up. I wiped my hands on my apron and took it off, leaving it at the bar counter. I grasped the microphone stand as the guitarist asked me what song I wanted to sing. "A-rtificial Grass by AKMU..." Everyone cheered as he started strumming his guitar to the pattern. I took a deep breath before beginning to sing.

"Naegeneun haedo muldo pillyohaji anha geureon geo eobsido baebureuge sal su issenikka (I don't need sun or water because I can live fully without those things,)" I sang, and everyone around started clapping. Jaehee looked at me with a smile and clapped as well. I continued, "Naegeneun sideul geokjeong pillyohaji anha barphigo munggaejyeodo nae saegeul irchi anheunikka (I don't need to worry about withering because I won't loose my color even if I'm stepped on.)"

I smiled and decided to enjoy my time, because I had this gut feeling that everything was going to be great after the song. I looked around me to see everyone cheering and laughing, and I continued, "Modeun ge joha boyeo. (Everything looks good) All things I have are looking good, looking good. Hajiman naega haengbokhaji motaetdeon iyuneun (But the reason I can't be happy)" Before I could finish the last note, a man appeared aside me and looked at me in the eyes. "I'm an idol," he said, and my heart skipped a beat.

He had silver hair and a grin on his face and took my hands off the microphone. "I sing too." And with that he turned to everyone else and continued the song lyrics. "You know why?" he yelled onto the microphone and looked at me with reassurance, and I smiled, and sang into the microphone together with him. "Nado sum swigo sipeo bireul samkigo ppurireul naego sipeo jeongmal jandicheoreom, jeongmal jandicheoreom (I want to breathe too, I want to swallow the rain and lay roots. Like real grass, like real grass.) Ooh oh ooh oh ooh oh."

Everyone applauded at our short performance, and I couldn't stop smiling. Jaehee noticed. "(Y/n)!! Yoongi!! Come over here!!" She exclaimed. Yoongi? Who's Yoongi? "Yeah, wait a sec, Jae!" the man aside me exclaimed. Still holding my hand, he walked me to their table. "(Y/n), you'll finally be able to meet everyone! This is Kim Namjoon, the leader, Kim Seokjin, the oldest, and he and Namjoon are undercover soulmates, Jung Hoseok, the main dancer, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, vocalists!" she giggly said. "And of course, you just met the one and only Min Yoongi. The rapper." Your heart was beating so far right now that only half of your attention was on Jaehee. She kept on rambling and talking, until you firmly called her name.

"What?" She asked, and you faced your wrist upside down, where the black mark used to be. Yes, used to be. You showed the rest of the table the same thing, soon after, Yoongi's wrist appearing aside you. "No. Way," you heard Seokjin gasp as he looked at the both of you. "Omo! Congrats, hyung!" Jungkook exclaimed, and soon after, everybody was congratulating you. Yoongi decided to stay and wait until you got off your shift, and being that you had just found your soulmate, Webster let you leave early. 

Both of you walked hand in hand to an ice cream parlor, where Yoongi bought you ice cream and you both sat down in a corner of the place. "My name is Min Yoongi, and I was born here in Daegu," he said, taking a spoonful of his ice cream. "H-Hi, nice to meet you," you smiled, "I'm (L/n) (Y/n), and I was also born and raised here in Daegu." "How old are you? I'm 25..." his voice grew slightly quiet, and I noticed that it was him just being shy. "I recently turned eighteen."

And so you conversed. He told you of his rough childhood, his love for producing and rapping, and the love he felt for his group mates. You, on the other hand, told him about your mother, and how you were bullied, and hos you loved music and wished to just fit in. And he understood you.

You dated for about two months, until you graduated. He was there, along with your mother, and Webster, cheering you on. "(Y/n),"he began, holding your hand tightly inside his. "Will you come live with me? At the apartment?" You knew what he was asking for exactly. He didn't want to live without you now that he had you. He didn't want you living in Daegu while he lived in Seoul and traveled all the time. He wanted to be with you for better or worse. And you wanted too.

"Yes, Yoongi. I'll live with you." He smiled and hugged you close, then he gave you a chaste kiss. That was your first kiss. "I love you, (nickname)," he whispered in your ear as you hugged. You ruffled his hair. "I love you too, my little meow meow." 

"Your little what?"